A manifest for a melancholic tomorrow

The status-income disequilibrium of lower castes and lesser evils: technology is the new social delirium. Meritocracy; now we need the geek. Arts, culture, economy, politics - are we experimental and innovative? Progress and prosperity our perceived vanguard. Are we just weird or out-of-place? Cost-benefit analyse the now and postpone important decisions. Take a stand on everything, and leave it all at the table. What is desire and what is need? What is control and comfort zones? Reality slips away in lost time. Are we the crowd or the ashamed ones? This is just a job, I only sign papers. Entertainment, you say? The language of the masses. No, I'm not really hungry, thank you. Inadequate, inane little details. Nothing really hurts me anymore. Lacking and poor, the insane prevail. Nothing hurts me any more than this. Doubt ignorance, throw it out. Shortcomings are off the scale. Misgivings only for the devout. Once stout, now sculptures are fragile and pale. Melancholic bohemian bourgeoisie, the men of the future and their TV ideals. Frontiers without fixed guarantee - they framed their bliss in cold steel. Drowned in proletarian paranoia, the government halls filled with greed. In dire need of a purging perestroika are we, the leaders of the free. Creative boredom fed through I.V.; stoned lazy, there's nothing to see. Swept up in decrees and debris, I want to crawl back to the sea. Drag me down.

[coming soon to an mp3 near you]

A brand new song and shit

When I dream I am still awake
I would like to sing
a song about the people I love
the future and the past
society and reality
when I dream I am still awake
when I dream I am still awake

When you run you are standing still
Do you remember open landscape
two thousand and three
stay stay stay with me
society and reality
When you run you are standing still
When you run you are standing still

Sometimes reality is too complex
for us to take
When we dream
we are still awake

A song that rhymes too much

Science and technology
Enhancing my reality
Sending a signal to E.T.
Please come and visit me

This slow world bores me
Wanna escape into the free
This slow world bores me
Wanna roam the galaxy

Reaching out for the stars
My mind is going out really far
Staying up through the night
Searching for a stellar sight

Reaching out for the stars
My mind is going out really far
Staying up through the night
Searching for a stellar sight

Like life from the cosmic string
I wanna evolve into something
Condensed dusty bubble in the star sea
Wanna revolve around more than debris

Probes and satellites and rockets
Pulp paperbacks in my pockets
Phantasm in my frontal lobe
Beaming me to other globes

Reaching out for the stars
My mind is going out really far
Staying up through the night
Searching for a stellar sight

First contact (a draft)

When I sleep I am still awake.

Are you looking at the stars? The stars are looking back at you.
I believe - I want to -
I believe in first contact.